In The Great Sands Of Time Poem by Francis Duggan

Our young years go quickly as does our life prime
And our footprints seem small in the great sands of time
In comparison to the achievements of our Earth Mother our greatest achievements seem small
To the scythe of Life's Reaper we are destined to fall
Such great natural beauty we choose to destroy
That Nature created for us to enjoy
With the Natural World around us in peace we cannot live
From the Earth we belong to we take and we take and in return to her little do give
As a whole we are not good for Nature why otherwise pretend
Our Earth Mother who feeds us is in need of every friend
Yet every day more trees to build money making projects are unnecessarily cut down
To the detriment of wildlife in every city and town
In the great sands of time our footprints seem small
And to the scythe of life's Reaper we must eventually must fall.